John Sheppard in miniature! plus SGA snippet
I work at a hotel and this morning this kid about 12 comes down alone, skinny, flat butted, with a tee over a long sleeve shirt and pretty much the exact hair cut of John/Joe, and the kicker is it was sticking up randomly. He piles his plate with food and sits down and starts watching CNN-I swear I honestly expected to see the pointed ears. I stared so long he probably thinks I'm some old lady perv.(Well, I am, but not that type).
I started writing this on the spot.
"Rodney! You're practically hyperventillating. Calm down, he'll be fine."
"How do you know that? He's a thirteen year old kid raised in another galaxy." Rodney rammed the other shoe on and stood up, almost tripping on the laces. "Do you know how many sickos there are out there? And he doesn't know not to take candy from strangers, or help them look for lost puppies."
John sighed, making sure to grab the key as he followed Rodney out the door. Rodney stood at the elevator jamming the button repeatedly in a vain attempt to make the doors open now,now,now.
"Rodney, he's never even seen a puppy, and the only thing that's come close tried to eat my face on that weird planet the zoologists adored. I don't think he's gonna fall for that. Besides, he's a thirteen year old that knows how to use every gun in the armory, and can disarm a man twice his size-remember who his God parents are."
He didn't mention that the hotel staff was so terrified of Rodney that they'd probably sell themselves to white slavers before they let anything happen to KB. He had no doubt that some industrious soul was right now following their son around discreetly.
"And what about cars and oh God, buses! I knew it was too soon to bring him here."
John leaned against the back of the elevator, and crossed his arms, giving up on calming Rodney down. Once he saw the kid was alright, he'd be fine, until he freaked out about the next thing, which since Kip had come along, happened at a frequency that exceeded the speed of light.
The doors dinged open and Rodney shoved past the two businessmen trying to enter, rushing toward the lobby. John shrugged in apology and followed, only to almost run up his back when he stopped short.
"Oh of course-I should have known."
John followed Rodney's gaze to find their son seated in the dining room, plate piled high with food. His gaze darted back and forth between the large screen t.v. blaring CNN and the two pretty teenage girls sitting with him.
Rodney shook his head, frowing accusingly at John like it was his fault, which is so wasn't.
"We should have just went with Kirk jr. like I suggested."
I started writing this on the spot.
"Rodney! You're practically hyperventillating. Calm down, he'll be fine."
"How do you know that? He's a thirteen year old kid raised in another galaxy." Rodney rammed the other shoe on and stood up, almost tripping on the laces. "Do you know how many sickos there are out there? And he doesn't know not to take candy from strangers, or help them look for lost puppies."
John sighed, making sure to grab the key as he followed Rodney out the door. Rodney stood at the elevator jamming the button repeatedly in a vain attempt to make the doors open now,now,now.
"Rodney, he's never even seen a puppy, and the only thing that's come close tried to eat my face on that weird planet the zoologists adored. I don't think he's gonna fall for that. Besides, he's a thirteen year old that knows how to use every gun in the armory, and can disarm a man twice his size-remember who his God parents are."
He didn't mention that the hotel staff was so terrified of Rodney that they'd probably sell themselves to white slavers before they let anything happen to KB. He had no doubt that some industrious soul was right now following their son around discreetly.
"And what about cars and oh God, buses! I knew it was too soon to bring him here."
John leaned against the back of the elevator, and crossed his arms, giving up on calming Rodney down. Once he saw the kid was alright, he'd be fine, until he freaked out about the next thing, which since Kip had come along, happened at a frequency that exceeded the speed of light.
The doors dinged open and Rodney shoved past the two businessmen trying to enter, rushing toward the lobby. John shrugged in apology and followed, only to almost run up his back when he stopped short.
"Oh of course-I should have known."
John followed Rodney's gaze to find their son seated in the dining room, plate piled high with food. His gaze darted back and forth between the large screen t.v. blaring CNN and the two pretty teenage girls sitting with him.
Rodney shook his head, frowing accusingly at John like it was his fault, which is so wasn't.
"We should have just went with Kirk jr. like I suggested."